Beth and Shana sat on the sofa talking quietly while Bobbie played in
the Porta-pen. The front door slammed and a heavy-set man staggered in
drunkenly. He lurched into the living room and paused when he saw them
sitting and staring at him silently.
He looked at the baby in the playpen, then at the baby's mother, Shana
and sneered. "You here again?", he said fiercely. He glared at his wife
Beth and said, "Don't you have anything better to do with your time than
sit around gabbing? I'm going to take a nap. With any luck they'll be
gone when I wake up!"
He staggered out of the room trailing a toxic effluvium of alcohol fumes
behind him. Shana watched him leave then shook her head and frowned. "I
don't know what you see in him Beth. I'd have left him long ago."
"Dennis is a good man.", Beth said through clenched teeth. "It 's just
that when he drinks he's...he's.."
"He's impossible.", Shana said decisively.
"It's just that he's difficult when he drinks. He gets rude and
abrasive. He makes me so angry when he's like this.", Beth said. "I wish
he was a little boy so I could put him over my knee and spank him."
Shana smiled viciously and asked, "Why don't you?"
"Me????", Beth asked. "He must weigh twice what I do. I can't spank him,
he's a grown man!"
"What if he was younger,......a lot younger? Say five years old, or
three, would you spank him?"
"Certainly I would, but he's not and it doesn't do any good to talk
about it. I just have to live with it.", Beth said with a sigh.
Shana persisted, "Would you like the chance? I can help you."
"What can you do?", demanded Beth.
"I can turn him into a child, a small child."
"How?', Beth asked, fascinated by her friends sudden flight from
reality.
"With this!", she said, holding out her hand and displaying an ornate
antique ring on her middle finger.
"And just what is that? Other than a ring.", sneered Beth.
"It houses a water elemental.", she said. "And it's under my control.
This elemen-tal has dominion over all processes with a watery nature.
Water is the element of life and youth. If I command it, the elemental
will change him into a little boy. Do you want me to command it to
change him?"
Beth laughed. Shana must be kidding her. She decided to play along.
"Yes, cer-tainly. Change him. Make him so small I can hold him down on
my lap with one hand. I'll spank him with the other."
Shana nodded and smiled, then put the ring up to her mouth and whispered
to it. Beth could barely hear what she was mumbling, it seemed to be a
foreign language. The sound of rushing water came from the other end of
the house and Beth's mouth dropped open.
"What was that?", she said.
"My elemental.", Shana smirked. Shana stood up and said, "Shall we go
and see how your hubby looks?"
Beth followed her down the hall, then crept into the master bedroom. The
bed-room was pitch dark; the windows had been covered with lightproof
curtains to allow daytime sleeping.
"Dennis," she said. "Are you awake?" The room was quiet except for a
soft snor-ing sound coming from the bed.
"Dennis, are you okay?" Beth moved up to the bed and peered down into
the darkness at the mound of bedclothes. She bent over him to check his
breathing and reached down her with her hand expecting to feel her
husband. She felt the coverlet, then groped around and touched the back
of his head. She stoked his hair and discovered her hand could wrap
itself around his head from ear to ear. Confused, she explored the shape
in their bed with both hands. About a foot and a half down from his head
she felt something small, round and smooth, like a baby's bottom.
She yelled, "Dennis, Where are you? What's happened to you?"
She turned on the light and looked at the bed. Asleep on their bed in
place of her husband was a naked little boy lying on his stomach.
"Who is this? What's happened to Dennis?"
"That's Dennis in front of you. I changed him, remember?", said Shana.
She looked at him, then at Shana. "You really did it! I didn't believe
you. I thought you were kidding. Where did you get that ring?"
"Well?......Are you going to spank him?", Shana said, ignoring her
question.
"I...I can't spank him now, he's just a baby! He doesn't know what he's
done.", Beth quailed.
"Of course you can spank him. He still has all his memories and
knowledge. It's just his body that's gotten younger. He has the mind of
an adult. Tell him why you're spanking him. He'll understand. You said
that you wanted him small enough to hold down on your lap with one hand.
Now's your chance. Bring him out to the living room and spank him.",
Shana demanded.
Beth picked him up hesitantly and carried him out to the living room and
sat down with him on her lap.
Dennis looked up at her sleepily. "Am I dreaming?", he thought. He
looked down, beholding his hands in wonder as if for the first time. A
small runnel of drool coursed down his chin unheeded and dripped onto
his chest. He stretched his hands out and played with his fingers,
fascinated by their appearance and motion, grasping each of them in turn
in his tiny fist. "My fingers are so short!? What a strange dream!?
What's happened to me?", he wondered.
Beth was charmed by his perplexed expression and infantile explorations.
Shana sat down beside her and said, "Don't worry, I can change him back
anytime you want. Aren't you still angry with him? Remember all the
times he's embarrassed and humiliated you in front of your friends. If
you give him a good spanking, maybe he'll think twice before doing it
again."
"Spanking?", he thought. "What is the bitch talking about?"
"You're right.", she said with a look of grim determination on her face.
She turned him over her knee and said, "Dennis, you've been a naughty
boy. Beth is going to give you a good paddling!"
She slapped his bottom hard with the flat of her hand and quickly
followed it up with another. "Is Dennis going to be a good boy?"
Dennis bit his lip and stifled the moan that threatened to escape his
mouth. Beth repeated the blows and said, "Are you going to start
behaving yourself?"
Dennis remained silent. "If that's the way you're going to be, Beth will
give you a real spanking!"
She began savaging his behind with her hand. His bottom turned a rosy
pink, then a bright red as she continued to spank him. He felt helpless
and humiliated. Tears welled up and fell from his face as he squirmed to
get away from her. "Don't you try to get away from me!", she screamed
down at him and rained blows on his behind. The pain increased with
every swat and he began to suffer intensely.
"I have to make her stop!", Dennis thought in desperation. "Please
stop!", he tried to yell.
All that came from his mouth was a terrified squeal. "I'll be good!", he
screamed.
Dennis suddenly realized that he was only making baby sounds. He
couldn't speak! Dennis panicked, twisting and thrashing hysterically. He
was in a frenzy, his emotions were completely out of control. The
torment was unbearable and he began to cry in terror.
All at once, she stopped. "Dennis!!??", she said in surprise. "What have
you done?"
She removed him from her lap and laid him face down on the sofa beside
her. In the center of her lap where he had lain was a large spreading
yellow puddle. "He peed on me!", Beth exclaimed. "He peed all over my
lap!"
Shana chuckled and said, "Looks like you scared the piss out of him. Why
don't you go and change clothes. I'll take care of him."
Beth nodded and left the room, leaving Dennis in Shana's care. Shana
turned him over on his back and pulled her son's diaper bag next to her.
His face was red and puffy from crying. His chest heaved with fear and
he sniveled in self-pity. She reached in and pulled out a disposable
diaper, then picked up his legs in one hand and began diapering him.
When he saw what she intended to do, Dennis writhed and kicked his legs
at her try-ing to make her stop. "Stop that!", she scolded. "Do you want
another spanking? You peed all over Beth's lap and now you're going to
have to wear diapers. Now be a good baby and be quiet or Shani will
spank!"
She picked him up and put him in the playpen with her infant son. She
leaned over him and said, "Now be good while Shani makes lunch."
She reached into the bag, took out a pacifier and put it in his mouth.
Dennis put his hand up to take it from his mouth and she shook her
finger at him and said, "Naughty, Naughty! Suck on your Binkie or Shani
will spank!"
Dennis was mortified. He sat facing the side of the playpen with his
knees bent and the bare soles of his feet pushing against the net side
of the playpen, while Bobby gurgled and played behind him. The diaper
was heavily perfumed and reeked of baby powder. Affronted, he chewed on
the pacifier in anger. Beth would return in a few minutes and see him
sitting in a playpen wearing only a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. He
shifted his feet to get more comfortable and he looked down at his feet.
His feet??!! Those weren't his feet, these feet were round and soft and
chubby like a.....like the feet of a..... He was in a baby's body! He
wanted to cry! This was a bad dream, a nightmare, it couldn't possibly
be real! Tears of utter humiliation rolled down his face.
Shana picked up the diaper bag and went into the kitchen. Five minutes
later he heard Beth calling to Shana. "Shana, where are you? Oh, there
you are. Where's Dennis? He's still in the living room?"
She walked in the living room and looked on the sofa for Dennis. Bobby's
playing caught her eye and she glanced down at the playpen. She stopped
and stared, then started to chuckle. The sight of her husband, clad only
in a diaper, weeping silently and sucking furiously on a pacifier made
her giggle uncontrollably. He made such a cute baby! She bent over the
playpen and said, "Dennis is going to be a good baby for Beth, isn't he?
I see Shana's put Dennis in dydees. Dennis looks soooo cute in dydees!"
She chucked him under his chin and said, "You look so sweet sitting in
the play-pen. Beth's going to get her camera so we'll have pictures to
remember how adorable Baby Dennis looks."
She left and returned a moment later and found him trying to take off
his diaper. "No Dennis!", she scolded. "Dennis, don't be naughty. Leave
your dydee alone. Little boys who aren't potty-trained have to wear
diapers. I can't have you making messes in my lap. You'll wear dydees to
pee and poop in until we change you back into an adult! Now smile for
the birdie, baby!", she said and began snapping pictures of him.
Shana walked in and smiled as she witnessed his humiliation. "Is Mommy
taking pictures of her darling baby?", she chuckled.
Beth kept shooting and gave stage directions to Dennis; "Now get on your
hands and knees, Dennis. That's right. Crawl around the playpen. Crawl
so Mommy can take pictures of you at your best. That's it. Good baby!
Give me an endearing pose, I want to see your sweet inner child. Mommy
will have a album of you acting cute and adorable. I'll have these
pictures to remember when you were my precious little baby. From now on
I'm going think of you as the sweet, precious, little baby in these
photos. I'm never going to let you forget these pictures either, Dennis
baby, ever!"
Shana said, "Whenever you're finished with him, we can eat lunch. I made
some sandwiches for us and I have some baby food for the kids."
"I'm ready right now.", Beth said.
She dropped the camera on the sofa, then picked Dennis up out of the
playpen and carried him into the kitchen. Bobby's diaper bag, a feeding
spoon and two jars of baby food sat on the table. Beth sat down at the
table with Dennis on her lap and waited for Shana and Bobby.
Shana came in with Bobby on her hip. She pulled out a chair opposite
Beth and turned it ninety degrees. Then she took a brightly colored
cloth decorated with a cute nursery print from the diaper bag on the
table, tied it to the chair and sat Bobby down on top of the cloth.
Shana took the front of the cloth and pulled it up between Bobby's legs
and tied it to the back of the chair to form a sort of fabric harness.
When she was finished the cloth's purpose was obvious; it was a portable
high chair. Shana took a feeding bib from the diaper bag and tied it
around Bobby's neck. She went to the counter and re-turned with a plate
and glass and put them in front of Beth. Shana said while sittting
her-self down in front of her son, "Why don't you get started while I
feed Bobby. When Bobby is finished, you can feed Dennis and I can eat."
She opened a jar and began spooning baby food into Bobby's mouth.
Bobby's face was soon covered in uneaten baby food. Shana talked while
she fed Bobby; "You know, you don't have to have me change him back
immediately. I know you just wanted the chance to paddle him, but this
is a golden opportunity......"
She paused to scrape baby food from Bobby's chin and feed it to him
saying, "You sure are a messy eater, little boy!" Shana continued,
"....You could let him stay a baby for a week, or two weeks,.... or even
a month. The humiliation would do him good. I think he'd be a lot better
behaved if he spent a little diaper time with you."
Shana finished feeding Bobby and wiped his face with the bib, then
untied him from the chair. "There now.", she said to Bobby. "Your all
done. Now it's Dennis's turn."
She picked Bobby up and put him on her hip. Beth got up to change places
with Shana. Shana went to the counter and got her lunch then put it on
the table where Beth had sat while Beth tied Dennis into the chair.
While Beth was getting ready to feed Den-nis, Shana sat down at the
table with Bobby. Beth left Dennis momentarily while she took the
feeding spoon to the sink to rinse it off under the faucet.
Dennis busied himself trying to escape from the feeding harness before
Beth re-turned. First he tried to pull the front of the cloth down, but
Beth had tied it too tightly to move. Then he tried untie it but the
thongs had been threaded through the outside rungs of the chair and tied
on the middle rung behind his back. He couldn't reach the knot without
turning completely around in the chair, but he was tied in much too
securely for that. His only option was to come out of the top, Dennis
decided. He pushed down at the sides of the seat with his hands to lift
himself up out of the harness, but he found himself caught on the
fabric. He looked down and realized what the problem was; she had pulled
the cloth all the way up to his chest like a bib. The height of the
harness prevented him from slipping around the top to get his legs out.
He was trapped!
Beth came back, tied the bib around his neck and sat down in front of
him. She opened the remaining jar and spooned out some baby food. "Now
open wide, Dennis.", she said, putting the heaping spoon in front of his
mouth.
Dennis sat in the chair with his mouth closed resolutely. Beth said,
"Now Dennis, if you don't eat this right now, Beth will spank!"
Dennis opened his mouth reluctantly and Beth ladled in the food. It was
some kind of meat-vegetable mixture ground to an unidentifiable purE9e.
He wasn't sure he could get it down and if he did manage to choke it
down, he wasn't sure he could keep it down. Before he could swallow she
had another spoonful ready to put in his mouth. She cheerfully forced it
in his mouth and resumed the conversation.
"You think I should let him stay a baby? I'm not sure I'd want all the
extra work. He's a handful enough as an adult.", said Beth.
"Extra work!?", exclaimed Shana. "He wouldn't be any more trouble as a
baby, he'd be less. There'd be more clothes to wash, but the loads would
be smaller and lighter. He'll make his messes in his playpen, so you
wouldn't be spending any time picking up after him. Bathing him wouldn't
take any time, he's so small that a quick wash in the tub wouldn't take
more than twenty minutes every other day, unless he gets really dirty.
You wouldn't have to spend a lot of time preparing his meals, you'd just
open jars."
"What about fixing formula for him? Mixing, bottling, and heating a
formula must take time.", declared Beth.
"Premixed baby formula doesn't take any time. You don't have to heat it,
just give it to him at room temperature.", said Shana.
"I'd rather have him drinking from a baby bottle than a liquor bottle.",
mused Beth.
The thought of drinking formula from a baby bottle horrified Dennis. He
swal-lowed the entire mouthful of food convulsively. As he gulped down
the baby food, he felt the front of his mouth with his tongue and
discovered that he only had a couple of teeth. He couldn't have eaten
regular food if she had given it to him! Baby food dribbled down his
chin and dropped onto his bib. Beth turned to Dennis and said sweetly,
"Would you like me to be your Mommy, Dennis?"
Dennis's jaw dropped open and Beth promptly filled his mouth with
purE9e, pre-venting any babbled comments from the peanut gallery. "What
about diaper changes? Surely that takes time.", she said to Shana.
"He'll go through eight to ten diapers a day. Most of them will only be
wet, they'll only take a minute or two to change. Unless he's sick he'll
only have two or three poopy diapers a day. They'll take about three to
five minutes to change. You'll spend a total of twenty to thirty minutes
a day changing him, probably less. You probably spend that much time
every day picking up beer bottles and emptying ashtrays. If he stayed a
baby, you wouldn't be doing that.", Shana said smugly. Shana could see
she was starting to waver.
"I hadn't thought about him smoking.", Beth mused. "It would be nice to
have a house that didn't smell like a used ashtray. And not having to
live with a drunk would be a nice change too!"
She smiled at Dennis and ladled another heaping spoonful of baby food
into his mouth. "It looks like you're going to be a baby for a while,
Dennis. I guess we're going to have to go shopping this morning for baby
furniture and clothes for you."
She turned to Shana and said, "How long should he stay a baby? It
wouldn't be worth it to buy furniture if he's only going to be a baby
for a month. Maybe I should rent the furniture."
Shana looked thoughtful and said, "If you want to just humiliate him,
then let him stay a baby for a week or two. If you expect this
experience to make lasting changes in his behavior, then I would let him
be a baby for at least six months. He'd have gotten use to being sober
by then. I'd buy the furnishings if I were you. Once you become his
Mommy, you'll always be his Mommy. If he misbehaves again after you let
him become an adult, you may want to put him in diapers again
temporarily. Having a nursery available down the hall from your bedroom
would make a pretty effective threat to make him behave him-self." Shana
laughed and said, " In Dennis's case, It won't be A Man's Home is his
Castle'. It'll be, A Man's Home is his Nursery'!"
Beth chuckled at the thought and finished spooning baby food into
Dennis. Then she scraped his face with the side of the spoon and fed him
the scrapings. Beth wiped his face with the bib, then stood up and
untied Dennis. She picked him up and sat down on the other chair with
him on her lap facing Shana and Bobby. Shana reached into Bobby's diaper
bag and produced two capped baby bottles full of formula. She handed one
bottle to Beth, then settled Bobby back on her lap. She offered him the
bottle of formula, which he grabbed eagerly from her hand. He surrounded
the nipple with his mouth and suckled hungrily, murmuring in delectation
while making loud sucking noises. Shana smiled with maternal tolerance
and understanding at his behavior and held the bottle for him while he
nursed. She was pleased by her son's healthy appetite. Beth settled
Dennis back on her arm and forced the nipple into his mouth. "Now drink
your formula baby, or Mommy will spank!"
He struggled briefly against his fate, then surrendered completely and
became flaccid in utter defeat. He sucked on the bottle submissively,
obedient to Beth's command. He nursed in a dilatory way, just enough to
satisfy Beth, then to his horror, his mouth be-trayed him and he started
nursing and sucking the nipple voraciously, the formula filling his
mouth and rolling down his throat. His infant body needed and craved the
formula. He could taste it not only on top and sides of his tongue, but
on the sides of his mouth. He was very thirsty after eating the baby
food. Sucking felt sooo..good. It was a deep, gratifying, stimulating,
almost sexual pleasure that pervaded him with a feeling of lassitude and
security. He distantly heard her say, "That's a goood Baby! Drink your
formula all down."
He was embarrassed, humiliated and helpless, but he kept nursing the
formula, his lips tingled with every movement of the nipple. He couldn't
control himself. The sweet aroma and taste of the formula permeated his
mouth. Dennis listened to Bobby sucking delightedly at his formula and
realized that his nursing must look and sound like Bobby's. Shana
smilied at the sight of Dennis's discomfiture.
"This is horrible! She's got me drinking formula out of a baby bottle,
wearing nothing but a diaper while sitting on her lap! That bitch Shana
is laughing at me!," he thought miserably.
Dennis turned beet-red with embarrassment as he sucked on the nipple. He
fanta-sized about how he would take revenge for this humiliation while
Beth and Shana talked about how they would furnish the nursery. He
watched in horror as Shana sat Bobby up in her lap and burped him. "Will
Beth burp me next?", he thought in alarm.
After he had finished a third of the bottle his mind was pulled back to
reality by a strange sensation. His crouch felt warm. It felt almost as
if.......He had! He had wet his diaper! He stopped sucking on the nipple
and tears welled up in his eyes. He had wet his diaper in front of them
while nursing on a baby bottle. In a few minutes they would find out and
they'd laugh at him. His tummy gurgled with all the food and formula and
he felt his bowels move slightly. "Oh no!", he thought in dismay. "I'm
going to shit my diaper too!"
He felt his anal sphincter relax and his bowels contract at the same
time. Poop oozed from his anus into his diaper accompanied by a faint
wave of pleasure from his belly. "Oh God, I'm shitting in my diaper!
She'll never let me live this down!," he thought in anguish.
He moaned inwardly, kicked his legs in frustration and started to cry.
Beth looked down at him with a surprised expression on her face and
said, "What's wrong baby?"
Shana looked at him, sniffed and said, "I think he needs his diaper
changed. He smells a little poopy to me."
Beth smiled at him with an expression of amused tolerance and said,
"Does baby need his dydee changed?"
He looked up at her fearfully and nodded. She laughed and said, "We'll
wait until you finish your bottle baby. You need to get used to wearing
dirty dydees. You're going to have them two or three times a day from
now on."
She put the nipple back in his mouth and he resumed nursing. He
whimpered quietly and Beth took the bottle from him and said, "Does
Mommy's baby have a bubble? Mommy will take call of that."
Beth sat him up and patted his back. He burped involuntarily and she
said, "That's a goood baby." and put the nipple back in his mouth. He
whimpered as he felt the dirty diaper beneath his bottom. The back of
his diaper pressed the small mound of poop firmly against his behind and
the poop squished between his legs every time he moved them. He was
miserable, the sodden diaper felt cold and sticky on his behind,
reminding him of the depth of his disgrace.
When he and Bobby had finished with their bottles they were burped and
carried into the living room and put on the floor. Beth and Shana sat
themselves on the sofa and watched them on the floor while they finished
their shopping plans. Beth decided she would turn his den adjoining the
master bedroom into a nursery. He wouldn't need a den or his books now.
Beth decided that she would leave the stereo system in the nursery; she
could play lullabies on it. Shana suggested that she should get him some
books appropriate to his age, something Beth could read to him; like
Mother Goose and Winne the Poo.
Shana said that she'd like to get a present for Dennis. Maybe a big
rocking chair for the nursery and a Winne the Poo teddy bear for him to
cuddle in his crib. "It'll be fun to pamper him now that he's a little
baby.", Shana said.
Beth said she would buy a roomful of baby furniture and toys for him.
She smiled, thinking how cute it would look when she got finished. "I'll
paint it powder-blue and put up a matching nursery wallpaper border.
Blue indoor-outdoor carpeting would be nice too, it would give him a
warm floor to play on and cushion his little bottom when he falls." Beth
told Dennis, "Baby, I want you to crawl around the carpet. You need the
exercise. Look at Bobby. See how he's crawling? Be a good baby and crawl
like Bobby."
Dennis crawled slowly around the living room as the drooping diaper
sagged lower and lower under the weight of his pee. When he got half way
across, he stopped. The urge to shit was overpowering. He knew he
wouldn't be able to control it for long and he was already wearing a
dirty diaper, so he thought, "What the Hell? It can't get any worse.
Maybe she'll change me if I have a really dirty diaper."
He relaxed and his bowels cut loose. He felt a swell of movement and the
urge became uncontrollable. A fluttering quiver spread through his
viscera. It radiated from the perineum, beneath and behind his pubic
region to his belly button. He felt a hot rushing sensation spreading
over his groin. Chills of delight ran up his spine. A warm languid
feeling of relaxation and release enveloped him. With mounting horror he
realized that his id delighted in making messes in his diaper; it gave
him not just a feeling of physical relief, but caused an intense, almost
sexual, pleasure as well. His legs felt warm and he realized that he had
soaked the diaper and was dribbling pee on the carpet. He looked down
and saw a puddle growing between his legs on the floor. Dennis glimpsed
the diaper and saw it was hanging soggily almost halfway to the ground.
Dennis wanted to cry. He had saturated the diaper and made a mess on the
rug just like a baby. "Maybe...Maybe now she'll change me!", he thought
with a sob.
"I think you should change Dennis's diaper now, Beth. He's making a
puddle on the carpet." Beth got up and took a diaper from the bag then
got down on the floor with Dennis.
She laid him on his back on the floor and said, "Dennis, before I change
your diaper I want you to agree to be my baby." She talked to him in a
prattle as if she was ex-plaining it to a small child; "Dennis is a
little baby now. He'll have to be fed, diapered, bathed, and looked
after. He needs a mommy. Babies need Mommys to love and care for them.
Look at what your philandering has brought you, Dennis! You can't walk
or talk. You can barely even stand. You can't be more than a year old!
Dennis, you're only a diaper peeing and pooping baby. If you don't want
me to be your Mommy, then I guess I can find someone else to take care
of you."
Dennis looked up at Beth. The movement of his legs made the plastic of
the disposable diaper rustle and reminded him that, except for his
diaper, he lay naked before her. He felt completely exposed to her. He
squirmed uncomfortably, knowing that he looked as defenseless and
impotent as he felt. He was absolutely helpless and utterly in her
power. He realized in the world's eyes, he was only a small child still
in his babyhood. He was completely dependent now on Beth's goodwill. She
had taken control of everything; his home, his life, even his body and
imprisoned him in the soft, warm prison of infancy. He panicked when he
realized the Beth could simply abandon him. She could call the police
and say he had been left on her doorstep. If she did that, he might nev
er grow up. He would spend the rest of his life as an infant.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized the hopelessness of his
position. His emasculation had left him emotionally shattered and broken
his resistance. She was right. He had to be washed, fed and changed like
any baby. He couldn't talk. He wasn't even sure if he could walk. When
he needed something, he could only whimper and cry. He needed a Mommy!
If he agreed, she would love and pamper him, and scold or spank him when
he was naughty. She would control every aspect of his life. She really
would be his mommy! He nodded unenthusiastically. "Fine.", she said.
"I'll be your Mommy! You'll be my baby! You can be as childish and
infantile as you want, you're a baby now and no one will expect anything
from you.
Since you act like a self-centered baby, then fine, you'll be treated
like a baby! You'll be pampered and coddled just like any other baby.
You'll live in a nursery surrounded by clean linen and diapers. You'll
sleep in a crib and eat in a high chair. You'll be watched every minute
of the day. If I have to leave the room to do something, then I'll put
you in a playpen. You won't get underfoot while I'm working in the
kitchen, making the bed, or cleaning the house. You'll sit in your
playpen quietly and play with your toys. When you're in the car you'll
ride strapped into a baby seat in the back seat. I'll decide when you'll
get up and when you'll go to sleep. I'll decide where you'll go, what
you'll wear and what you'll drink and eat. You won't be wining and di
ning in four-star restaurants anymore. You'll be drinking infant formula
from a bottle and be spoon-fed baby food.
Since you're a baby, you'll wear diapers. You needn't worry about having
to go the bathroom anymore, you'll just use your diaper like any other
baby. I'm going to buy you a wardrobe of the cutest, sweetest baby
clothes I can find. You'll be clean and sweet smelling from now on. I'll
bathe you every day. After your bath or diaper change, I'll powder you
with perfumed baby powder, then re-diaper and dress you in clean
clothes! You'l l reek of sweetness and purity.
We'll go on long shopping trips like we did when we were first married.
Mommy will push you around in a baby stroller while she shops. Mommy is
going to love showing you off to all her friends at the stores. Mommy
will take care of everything; you'll be comfortably strapped into your
stroller so you won't have to walk. I'll pack a diaper bag full of baby
food, formula and clean diapers behind you on the stroller. If you get
tired and you want to take a nap while we're shopping, you can nap in
the stroller. If you're thirsty, you can suck on your bottle. You'll be
able to to pee or poop whenever you need to since you'll be wearing
diapers.
Mommy says your bad habits stop now! You've had your last cigarette. If
you want to suck on something, you can suck on your thumb or your
pacifier. Since you want to sleep curled up around a bottle, you will,
but it will be a baby bottle, not a liquor bottle.
I'll be able to invite my friends over for coffee again. When I bring
you out to show my friends, you can crawl on the floor as you like.
You'll look sweet dressed in an infant creeper dragging your teddy bear
and blankee behind you. If the weather's warm, I'll take off your diaper
and you can creep around the rug bare-bottomed in front of eve-ryone.
You'll look adorable sitting naked at my feet and sucking your thumb.
If one of them brings her baby, then you'll have someone to play with.
We'll put you in the playpen with her baby while we talk. You'll learn
to play sweetly with other babies your age.
You won't embarrass me in front of my friends. As far as my friends are
concerned, you're only an endearing, lovable infant. If you want to act
cute and flirt with my friends, go ahead, I don't mind. Only they won't
be thinking what a gorgeous hunk you are, they'll be thinking what a
cute, adorable baby you are! You'll cut quite a figure in front of them
with drool dripping off your chin and a diaper full of pee-pee. Blow
bubbles, gurgle and smile sweetly, and maybe they'll play peek-a-boo or
pat-a-cake with you. If you're cute enough, they might bounce you on
their knee.
You won't be rude or insulting to anyone, because you can't talk, baby!!
You're the baby in this house now! You'll suck your thumb, crawl on all
fours, and make messes in your diaper! You'll obey Mommy and never act
naughty! In short, baby, you'll behave yourself. If you don't, I'll put
you in a playpen for a timeout. If you still act up, I'll put you in
your crib for the night. And if you're very naughty....." She paused for
a breath of air,... "I'll put you over my knee, pull down your diaper
and spank your bare bottom in front of my friends!!! Do you understand
me?"
He gulped and nodded quickly, frightened by her tirade. He whimpered and
looked downward at his sodden diaper, then put his hands down and pushed
on the front of the diaper, trying to take it off. Beth's stern demeanor
melted at the display of Dennis's helplessness. She gently took his
hands away from the diaper cooing, "Hush baby, it's alright, mommy's
putting you in a nite-nite diaper so you'll stay dry all afternoon.
Here, suck on this." She put a pacifier in his mouth. Beth smiled down
at him maternally while unfastening his diaper. He got wide-eyed as she
undid the tape on the diaper, first the far side and then on the side
nearest her, smiling down at him and prattling baby talk to him
non-stop, while pulling the diaper up and away from his stomach and down
between his legs in front, revealing him completely to her thoughtful
gaze. He lay naked and exposed to her and he blushed in deep
embarrassment. She smilied down at him and said, "Oooooh..... Baby has a
tinky dydee! Baby made a big poopy in him's dydee!"
He was shamed and humiliated by his dirty diaper. He turned his head
away from her and kicked his feet in dismay as the stench from the
diaper reached his nose.
"Be still, Baby!", Beth said. With her left hand she picked up both of
his feet and lifted him easily until his bottom was free of the floor,
and with her right hand she removed the messy diaper and put it aside.
She took a moist towelette from the diaper bag and wiped his bottom
while holding his legs up. She let him down, got another towelette and
washed his pubes. Then she lifted his feet with her left hand and slid a
clean diaper beneath his bottom. She pulled the front of the diaper up
between his legs and fastened the diaper tapes securely. Beth patted the
front of the diaper, saying, "There you go baby, now you're all snug and
comfy in a clean dydee."
She tugged the diaper up over his bulging tummy and said wistfully, "He
looks so sweet and innocent as a baby . If we had had a baby boy it
would have looked just like him. I wish we could have had one together."
Shana laughed and said, "Oh, but Beth dear, you have. You're a Mommy
now. Your baby's right in front of you."
Beth picked him up and sat down with him on the sofa. She nestled his
head against her breasts and snuggled him close to her. There was
something about the sight of him in diapers that brought out the
maternal in her. She took him in her arms and cuddled him, telling him
over and over that she forgave him and still loved him. She turned to
Shana and said, "I guess you're right. He is my baby."
She fondled his cheek gently with her fingers and smiled when she saw
his lips make sucking movements. Dennis brought his left hand close to
his face with a yawn and closed his eyes sleepily, then put his thumb in
his mouth and began sucking it unconsciously. Beth smiled down lovingly
at her diapered, thumb-sucking husband; "When I was younger, I used to
wonder what it would be like to have a baby. I would fantasize what it
felt like to nurse a baby," she said to Shana
Shana smiled and said, "If that's what you want, I can arrange it." She
put her ring to her lips and whispered to it and a loud rushing noise
filled the room. Beth immediately felt a strange tingling sensation in
her breasts. A rush of energy swelled her bosom, filling them to
bursting with a warm throbbing glow. She looked down at herself to see
what was the matter and saw that her breasts appeared enlarged and
distended beneath her blouse. She sat back in the chair and unbuttoned
her blouse to examine her breasts. Beth pushed up her right breast with
her hand and saw her teat had grown larger, even the aureole had grown;
it was darker and wider than it had been. The nipple was erect and felt
tender, not painful, just more sensitive. She gently pushed on the teat
above the aureole to test it and a thin stream of milk squirted out.
Beth sat stunned, looking at her breast. She let her breast down and
said, "What have you done to me?"
Shana smiled gently and said, "I've given you your wish; you will be
able to breast-feed him. Beth, why don't you give your baby some tiddy!"
Beth looked startled, then smiled and looked down at Dennis. She laid
his head next to her breast and held him closely. He was so near to her
nipple that he could smell the rich aroma of milk coming from her tit.
"Would Dennis like some tiddy?", Beth said, taking his hand and stroking
her breast and nipple with his fingers.
Dennis lay there excited, red-faced, and fully erect under his diaper.
The smell of her breasts intoxicated him, made him want to grab them and
suck. She smiled broadly at him and said, "Will Dennis be a good baby if
he gets some tiddy?" He watched as she lifted her teat free of her
blouse and holding it from beneath, guided the nipple towards his
questing mouth. He put his lips around the nipple and felt the nipple
grow, become erect and fill his mouth. "Good baby....Take it all in.
Mommy wants Baby to get everything that's coming to him," she said.
His lips snuggled the aureole and nursed noisily. Tiny jets of milk
filled his mouth, running down over the back of his tongue and down his
throat. His hunger for her tit con-sumed him. He swallowed greedily and
gorged himself on her milk. He whimpered softly, lost in his return to
infantile gratification. His rational mind reeled with the emotions that
the sensations induced. His libido, which had never really matured,
reacted by regressing from the anal stage into the oral stage. Beth felt
a yearning, a ghostwind of sexual desire overcome her. What was
happening to her? Then she realized what was happening; breast feeding
him was making her horny! She had never felt anything like this! A hot
sensation filled her vagina and the world exploded. Her face broke into
a wide grin of deep satisfaction as Dennis continued to nurse. Shana had
a big grin on her face and said, "Now you know how I feel when I nurse
Bobby. Look at Dennis. He's enjoying himself too!"
Dennis lay in her arms sucking her tit with a ecstatic expression on his
face. His legs kicked out languidly as he gorged himself on his mother
's milk. Dennis floated in hedonic rapture, blissfully drifting in
sensuous ecstasy. She smiled lovingly at him and switched him to her
other breast, cradling his diapered bottom in her hand. Beth looked down
on Dennis from time to time to check on him and saw only a contented
baby face intent on suckling her. He was lost in the act of nursing,
eyes closed, oblivious to the external world. "Diddums like Mommy's
tiddy? Mommy promises she'll breast feed you every day. Mommy likes
breast feeding her baby!", she said emphatically.
Beth chuckled and said, "You were a terrible lover as a husband, but
you're a wonderfully stimulating baby. You'll be Mommy's little tiddy-
baby forever and ever, sweet baby.", she said, caressing him tenderly
with her hand while he suckled.
Dennis began to feel sated as his stomach distended with milk. A curious
serenity had descended on him and he floated in the infantine
tranquillity breast-feeding had induced. He felt warm all over and he
was getting very, very, sleepy. Presently he stopped nursing and drifted
off into sleep. Beth watched him affectionately as his eyes closed and
her breast began to slip from his hands. She pulled her teat from his
lips and took her breast from him tenderly. He dreamed bright, cheerful
infant fancies, regressing further into emotional infancy as he slept.
Beth continued to talk with Shana while he napped.
Later, he drowsed and opened his eyes. He snuggled in her arms and
looked up at her sleepily. Dennis felt dull, unable to think. His anger
had retreated from him, losing significance and substance. His tawdry
lusts and desires had evaporated like the morning mist on a mountain
lake, leaving only a deep, pure, blue water. His happiness was endless.
He wanted to tell her, to tell the world, how joyful he felt. He gurgled
happily, blew bubbles, then reached up and caressed her cheek. Dennis
tried to tell Beth how much he loved her and how much she pleased him.
He blathered and jabbered silly baby sounds without communicating
anything but his joy.
Beth smiled indulgently at him, he was childishly enchanted by the
noises he was making and obviously pleased with himself. She looked at
him and saw him gazing up at her with obvious love and devotion. "Baby
loves his Mommy, doesn't he?"
Long forgotten emotions surfaced in his awareness. He had never felt
this way for Beth. Dennis lay placidly in her arms and looked longingly
into her eyes. He yearned for her touch. Even her simplest comfort was
precious to him. He wanted to be rocked asleep in Beth's arms, his
bottom cradled securely in her lap, his head nestled against her ample
breasts. "I'm her baby now. Mommy will take care of me.", he thought as
he dropped off to sleep again.
The chaos of Dennis's life resolved itself as entropy continued to
decrease, returning him to a simpler, more ordered existence. His
psychological clock ran inexorably backwards, turning back the days and
years to expose earlier pages of his life. While he slept, the yearbook
of his mind opened to his diaper days, then slowed and stopped. His
thumb stole quietly into his mouth and he suckled it with an expression
of blissful contentment on his face. When he awoke, he had forgotten
that he had ever been anything but her beloved baby boy.
Finis coronat infans